I grin as I hear my name called. Captain Ordena. Has a nice ring to it. I decide to take a walk to the cafeteria for an apple. Almost immediately, the smell of blood and metal hits my nose as I gaze upon a pilot in enemy fatigues, nearly impaled on rebar. Alert, he yelps for assistance. "Oh god, what the forget."
I instinctively pull out my gun and turn to Vyslachev. "What the forget happened?"